Bob the llama!

This is the first and only punk song I've written. It was written with a punk rock'n friend of mine while we lived near a farmer who had a llama and an alpaca. We would scream out at the llama every time we saw it "llama! llama! llama! llama! What's up Bob!" Pretty soon we were singing random phrases then rocking out on air guitars, this song is the result. I left out the bridge but it will be in the audio along with my air guitar.



My name is Bob the llama and I'm here to say
I'm standing behind my fence all day
And I say to myself  "This is pretty tasty hay!"
And then I stop....and I think...and I cry
What the heck am I!
I'm a llama!
That's why my name is Bob the llama!

I got no bathroom so my field is full of hud
I try to complain but they so go chew your cud
I'll give em another chance then kick um in the pants; watch um run around and do a little dance
Prissy little brats are almost bad as cats...
And then I stop... and I weep... and I cry
What the heck am I!
I'm a llama!
That's why my name is Bob the llama!

My dream last night was to good to be
That little llama betty was waiting there for me
She came complete with a six pack and chips
But I couldn't dive in cause I got no finger tips...
I got hooves fur and flies!?!
What the heck am I!
I'm a llama!
That's why name is Bob the llama!